I´ll make a shoehorn outta your skin
I´ll make a lampshade of durable skin
And oh, don´t you know that I´m always feelin´ able
When I´m sittin´ home and I´m carving out your navel

When will I realize that this skin I´m in
Hey, it isn´t mine
And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide on
Hey, I could really use a couple of hands
To complete one hell of a plant stand
Oh, and don´t you know that I´m caught here in the middle
Making rib cages into coffee tables
I´m just makin´ em into coffee tables
And when I realize that this skin I´m in
Hey, it isn´t mine
And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find anymore
Oh, because you know I can´t hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I´m in, oh yeah
And though you know I can´t hide

But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I´m in